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Sitting with the Immortals
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Sitting with the Immortals |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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I observe the cluttered table of the hallowed ones Poe, Wilde, Plath, Frost, Dante frozen in time am I watching the poetical tableau before me I come here nightly 'ere the cock crows searching for an empty chair where I might sit break bread drink hearty wine speak of, and fight over, words each night different poets sit around the protected table protected of the likes of me how dare they! shut me out as though am I dung beneath their slippered feet? do not these immortals have their own crosses to bear scandals to sweep 'neath the rug? yea, they do some putting my theatrics to shame poets, one and all by the very nature of the word poet is different we stare into our mirrors and behold a person no one else can see tragedy, pain, burdensome worry are part and parcel o'er our parched, dreary faces some write odes of love the dreariest, loneliest of them all tears could fill a river I’ve had enough sorry and pain cried my river where, oh where, is my chair at the table ah, something just came to me the reason they shun me 'tis not how I've suffered and cried it goes much deeper than that it chills me to realize they are judged by their quality work my portfolio is suspect not up to par I accept that and try harder ©October 1, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
You sit in good company JerryPat, and that 'company' is also privileged to sit with you. This poetry of yours fully establishes that as a fact. Of the many I could quote here, I chose this one because it reminded me of something I had done at a time when an overwhelming 'influence' had my full attention: quote:The recollection was my staring into a mirror trying to figure out which was me. I finally found out when there was this incessant pounding on the door. Someone else needed the room more than I did.  Kinda dumb...right?  Totally excellent read from top to bottom JerryPat! Something for everyone. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ahhh . . . "The recollection was my staring into a mirror trying to figure out which was me." I resemble that remark, my friend. It is the "working out" who we are which gives us the most pain and agony, but most of us can find our understanding and deal with it. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I like to think we all try to best ourselves now and again. Other times we just let it flow off the top of our heads or hearts. Seems to me if you want to make a name for yourself you have to jump through a lot of hoops: get published here, win an award there etc. Too much for me. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
At this stage in my life, Lori, it is too much for me also. Thank you for your sage thoughts. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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